Ever since Zhou Min and her son's time, the son had carried far too much on his shoulders.
Fortunately, now there was light at the end of the tunnel.
"Yi!"
"Mom." Ouyang Yi turned around.
Thinking of the hardships her son had endured over the years, Old Madam Ouyang's nose turned sour, "Yi, I have some good news for you."
Good news?
Ouyang Yi's expression didn't change, he simply said, "To me, good news and bad news make no difference."
That's how he was now.
Wealth and fame had no hold over him any longer.
He had even grown indifferent to life and death.
"Yi, you must believe Mom, this time it really is good news." Old Madam Ouyang continued, "The child Zhou Min carried was not yours."
Ouyang Yi was stunned.
"What did you say?"
Old Madam Ouyang repeated her previous words.
Ouyang Yi frowned slightly, "Mom, I know you've always wanted me to move on from this experience, but you don't need to resort to this."
